| The Seer Of Sights |
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| In traces of our tales |
| behind the hills and dales |
| where men wear horns of deer |
| still lies the hut of seer |
| he has understanding |
| mind-boggling nature s treat |
| but humble and sincere |
| may only visit here |
| wise and blissful owl |
| is staring from his shoulder |
| fierce and playful cats |
| are purring by his feet |
| the seer is breathing dreams |
| he travels to the deep |
| the seer is breathing dreams |
| he travels to the deep |
| the seer will never sleep |
| so we don t have to weep |
| concentration radiates |
| from his eyes and mind |
| it takes subhuman powers |
| to reach the destination |
| the power of his gift |
| is wider than we could |
| ever see |
| the power of his gift |
| is wider than we could |
| ever see |
| ever guess |
| nor understand |
